I grew up in southern Oklahoma, right smack dab in the middle of tornado alley. Tornadoes have been in the news lately because it's spring, and a massive F5 tornado just smashed its way through Moore, Oklahoma. Very sad. Several children died, and people lost their homes and possessions. I was lucky because all of my family and friends were spared.
I know what it's like to go through tornado watches and warnings. We get them every spring and summer. I live in north Texas now, but it gets its fair share of bad weather. A week before the incident in Moore, a different tornado tore up a neighborhood south of us.
Growing up, we routinely cleaned out the closet and huddled under blankets during tornado watches and warnings. It didn't really seem that scary, as I remember. What is far more memorable are the many times we lost electricity and sat around bored because we couldn't watch television. My mother thought these were prime opportunities for family togetherness though. We'd light candles and sit around making up stories. It was a lot of fun, but whenever the lights would come back on, we'd celebrate and it would be back to tv watching!
Oddly enough, I've never experienced a proper tornado even though I've lived all my life in this region. But there was one time when something whipped through our yard that was either a small tornado or the Looney Tunes Tasmanian Devil passing through. My brother, my dad, and I were out in my dad's garage, which is not actually a garage but more like a storehouse for all the "useful" junk my dad has collected over the years. I don't remember what we were doing out there or how old I was. I must have been about 8 or 9. Suddenly, we looked out the door and saw pieces of wood and old ladies on bicycles flying past. I picked up my dog Toto, and my dad grabbed our hands. There was a slight lull in the atmospheric shenanigans, so we took off across the yard. Now, my parents live on five acres of land. Not that we actually had to cross that much territory, but still, it was a bit of a jog. We dodged pieces of wood, tree branches, sheep, and other flying debris, and slammed through the back door of the house. Panting and excited, we ran into the living room and found my mom reading a book. She looked up at us, puzzled as to why we were breathing so hard. Yeah, we just ran through a tornado, Mom. She had no idea! Another example of the power of a good book!
The upshot of the whole thing is that we lost a barn that had been on the property. We didn't have anything of value in the barn, thank goodness. If I remember correctly, there was a family of cats that lived inside, though. I think I saw the mama cat a few weeks later pushing a shopping cart full of aluminum cans down the road.
My parents now have a storm shelter in their front yard. We've all moved out; it's just the two of them still living there. I suppose they figured it'd be more comfortable hunkering underground without us brats around to bug them. My dad stores huge cans of peanut butter in their shelter. He has a year's supply and keeps up with them by writing the purchase date on each one. I'm not kidding. And they're those big honkin' ones like the kind you need if you're opening an army barracks or something. So if a tornado tears through their property or the undead begin to rise, you'll find my mom and dad sitting underground having a fiesta with their cornucopia of peanut butter. They'll get lots of protein and will hardly have to go to the bathroom at all. A double advantage!